[ in turn, his two gods will care for him and love him as their own -- after all, it's the three of them always; and doppo takes what jakurai so willingly offers as tribute to the sanguis moon that roars in his veins, crimson and relentless.
there is a burst of pleasure at the way his name rolls of jakurai's tongue, the smooth baritone rumble infused with something he doesn't recognise, something that already goes right down south and incites his most carnal desires. doppo starts to stroke his shaft first, from root to tip as he searches his mouth again.
he wants more of him, he always wants more, his own need quelled by jakurai's generosity. he presses closer, wanting to be touched, to feel the good doctor's hands on him. ]
no thank YOU for dealing w mine omg
there is a burst of pleasure at the way his name rolls of jakurai's tongue, the smooth baritone rumble infused with something he doesn't recognise, something that already goes right down south and incites his most carnal desires. doppo starts to stroke his shaft first, from root to tip as he searches his mouth again.
he wants more of him, he always wants more, his own need quelled by jakurai's generosity. he presses closer, wanting to be touched, to feel the good doctor's hands on him. ]
Sensei -- your hands --